Monday, November 18, 2002
Jimmy writes:
As to the Supertramp song, it will enter through your pores and plant itself at a cellular level eventually binding with your genetic code so that your children (should you so choose to reproduce someday) will instantly respond to all Supertramp music with a full spectrum of all possible emotions, becoming Living Gods in the process. You my friend will however continue to consider Supertramp to be bollocks and remain well-rounded but mortal.
Which reminds me: did you know that one of my favorite songs is Don Henley's 1984 hit The Boys of Summer? I don't know why but I always get chills up my spine whenever I hear it start up, that catchy synth line. In 1994 I moved to Edmonton for what would end up being The Worst Six Months of My Life. The highlight of that whole time was when I was lead singer for a garage band -- literally a garage band 'cause that's the only place we ever played. We covered Boys of Summer, replacing the silky synthesizer with thrashy lead guitar. The best part is when I got to scream at the top of my lungs, "Don't look back, you can never look back." Well, maybe you had to be there. Anyway, I was thinking about that song today on the walk to work, and that line in particular. You remember it:
Out on the road today, I saw a DeadHead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, Don't look back. You can never look back.
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go
Deep. Anyway, the song popped into my head on the walk to work today which is a very nice 30 minute amble down Aloha St., a hilly slope that winds through semi-fancy neighborhoods (there's a mansion 10 minutes in that's for sale: only $2million and dropping!) and, right now, is carpeted in red and gold leaves. Very pretty. I was about 15 minutes along when I saw a beat-up Mazda with a Christian Death sticker on the back. Not quite a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac but a semi-equivalent for us Gen-Xers and it got me thinking about the song and about the past and days gone forever, etc. In 1988 I lived in Toronto on Roxton Rd. (before EVERYONE moved to Roxton) and my roommate was Rod, a metalhead/new age disciple who saw no contradiction in being equally into Slayer and Kitaro. He was from Mississauga and, as I recall, had a girlfriend who wore miniskirts without underwear. We used to listen to Christian Death while doing knife tokes and I think I thought they were actually scary. Those days are gone forever and I should just let 'em go and normally I'd be quite happy to. But then something happens like a drunk 19 year old pukes in your apartment on a Saturday night and you realize how much time has passed since you used to do that sort of thing.
Anyway, all this to say that, the truth is, I have a soft spot for Supertramp and even though I may dismiss Take the Long Way Home as bollocks it doesn't mean I haven't gotten heavy with it, cellularly speaking.
As to the Supertramp song, it will enter through your pores and plant itself at a cellular level eventually binding with your genetic code so that your children (should you so choose to reproduce someday) will instantly respond to all Supertramp music with a full spectrum of all possible emotions, becoming Living Gods in the process. You my friend will however continue to consider Supertramp to be bollocks and remain well-rounded but mortal.
Which reminds me: did you know that one of my favorite songs is Don Henley's 1984 hit The Boys of Summer? I don't know why but I always get chills up my spine whenever I hear it start up, that catchy synth line. In 1994 I moved to Edmonton for what would end up being The Worst Six Months of My Life. The highlight of that whole time was when I was lead singer for a garage band -- literally a garage band 'cause that's the only place we ever played. We covered Boys of Summer, replacing the silky synthesizer with thrashy lead guitar. The best part is when I got to scream at the top of my lungs, "Don't look back, you can never look back." Well, maybe you had to be there. Anyway, I was thinking about that song today on the walk to work, and that line in particular. You remember it:
Out on the road today, I saw a DeadHead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, Don't look back. You can never look back.
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go
Deep. Anyway, the song popped into my head on the walk to work today which is a very nice 30 minute amble down Aloha St., a hilly slope that winds through semi-fancy neighborhoods (there's a mansion 10 minutes in that's for sale: only $2million and dropping!) and, right now, is carpeted in red and gold leaves. Very pretty. I was about 15 minutes along when I saw a beat-up Mazda with a Christian Death sticker on the back. Not quite a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac but a semi-equivalent for us Gen-Xers and it got me thinking about the song and about the past and days gone forever, etc. In 1988 I lived in Toronto on Roxton Rd. (before EVERYONE moved to Roxton) and my roommate was Rod, a metalhead/new age disciple who saw no contradiction in being equally into Slayer and Kitaro. He was from Mississauga and, as I recall, had a girlfriend who wore miniskirts without underwear. We used to listen to Christian Death while doing knife tokes and I think I thought they were actually scary. Those days are gone forever and I should just let 'em go and normally I'd be quite happy to. But then something happens like a drunk 19 year old pukes in your apartment on a Saturday night and you realize how much time has passed since you used to do that sort of thing.
Anyway, all this to say that, the truth is, I have a soft spot for Supertramp and even though I may dismiss Take the Long Way Home as bollocks it doesn't mean I haven't gotten heavy with it, cellularly speaking.
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